I was at my sister’s house yesterday downsizing boxes & she had this in an old trunk. 1984. Oh my gosh, it’s so funny. The titles of my seminars. Y’all. Bless my heart. And let me tell you something right now. Somebody at Covenant House shoulda staged an intervention on my hair.
PS. Don’t miss how the journalist spelled counsel.
PS. I feel so useful.
Ok, well one good thing: this answers whether or not my concerns about the sexually abused and exploited began over culture-war politics in 2016.
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TGIF, folks! In the thick of 2 Chronicles in my AM reading where it begins the rapid succession of kings. Today’s segment covered the end of Solomon’s son Rehoboam’s life. 2 Chron 12:14 says, “Rehoboam did what was evil because he did not determine in his heart to seek the Lord.”
Looking back on a long journey through deserts & forests & mountains & seas & fires & ice storms, making war & making peace, making bad decisions & good, good decisions & bad, the Lord remained. He’s been the single consistent thing in my 6 decades. This morning I wrote to him,
“You are my Keeper, my Light, my Love. You are my joy...You have kept us...keep us still.” And he will. And here is the part that falls in our laps & what circles back to Rehoboam. Often it just comes down to determining in your heart that you ARE going to seek the Lord. Come
Ok, y’all, so I reached 2 Chron 9 in my morning Bible reading today & here’s the thing about Scripture. I don’t care how many times you’ve done your read-thru, you’re always finding something new. It’s a constant how’d I miss that & Lord, did you just sneak that in this morning?
There I was, minding my own business reading about the Queen of Sheba coming to see King Solomon & then about all his wealth & thinking some of my usual thoughts like, whoa, that’s lot of throne he had built for the palace then I keep reading & get to 2 Chron 9:21 & there it is.
Plain as day. Been sitting on the page all these years & not once have I thought to sit back & picture it. Did you know that every 3 years the ships Solomon sent to Tarshish would bring him back gold, silver, ivory, peacocks &—here it comes right here—apes? I just don’t know.
I believe, if you watch closely, you will see that those who keep or quickly recover their joy are those who by constant practice bring it all back to Jesus again & again. When they’re appalled by this world, they refocus on Jesus. When they’re devastated by people, they
steady themselves in Jesus. When they’ve lost faith in institutions, churches, leaders and, inevitably, themselves, they fix their eyes on Jesus and thank God he’s not like us. When they can’t make sense of a truth in Scripture or why it seems a promise was not kept, they
look again to Jesus, to the power of his cross, to the redemption in his blood, to the perfections of his person, to the permanence of his love & to the incomparability of his gospel & they remind themselves that his kingdom shall stand & he shall reign forever. And they rejoice.
Been in 1 Chronicles the last few weeks in my morning readings. The book that begins with 9 long chapters of genealogies & what seem like endless records of unfamiliar names ends with one of the most spectacular prayers ever penned in Spirit ink on the sacred scroll. It’s David.
He’s an old man now, about to publicly pass the crown to his son, Solomon. He’d had it in his heart to build a temple for the Lord but the Lord chose Solomon for the gargantuan task. David worked tirelessly to gather materials for construction: stones, lumber, precious metals
& the like, all in enormous quantities. He has gathered a great assembly for a 2-fold purpose. 1st, to enlist their support of Solomon whom he tells them “is young & inexperienced” & facing a great task “because the building will not be built for a human but for the Lord God.”
He’s working it out. God, I mean. I’m starting to see specks of light here & there. Fragments that one day, I think, in His glorious presence, will come together with a thousand unseen pieces & bring life to rhyme & reason. After a cycle of years crying WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING??!
He will, you know. God will work it all out. We are too nearsighted to see it here but, O Known of God, we will see it there. All rhyme and reason that fled us in the dark night will come to light in the bright and beautiful smile of Jesus Christ.
“In him we have obtained an inheritance, having been predestined according to the purpose of him who works all things according to the counsel of his will.”
Eph 1:11
WORKS ALL THINGS.
I pray this day God shines just enough light on a fragment of your life to...
Wanted to tell y’all something this morning. I was in the full throes of adulthood, probably not far from middle-age, when it 1st began to occur to me that not all the harsh difficulties in my life were consequences of my past sins long turned-from. It’s a rough way to live,
thinking that every bit of your hardship and suffering you brought on yourself with your foolish faithless decisions. It can be overwhelming and demoralizing. I want you to know that I have found Jesus so merciful, both in my reaping a whirlwind I’d sown & in the suffering
that simply accompanies life on terrestrial ground strewn with thorn & thistle. I also want to remind you that you can sow something new. Something of the Spirit. For me, I really could not break out of the cycle of defeat until I could fully accept I’d been forgiven for my sins.